Chapter 15

Brendan's point of view

The next few days pass by and I manage to avoid Steven that doesn't mean I don't watch him though. Every chance I get I'm watching, it sounds creepy and I feel like I am when I do it but I can't help it.

The days blur into each other and it's a week later before I see him face to face. He looks awkward, he sees me first and when I do look at him he looks away, I wonder what he's being doing, if he's wanted to talk to me as much as I've wanted to talk to him. I'm tempted to march over to him and ask him all the questions that's being flying around my mind but I don't, I just put my head down and keep walking.

Two weeks go by and apart from the odd occasion I don't see him, I do keep an eye out for him though but if I ever come face to face with him.. let's just say we're both sticking to our words about the whole forgetting each other exist. Well on the outside I am but inside there's no chance of it yet.

I'm sitting in my office and I hear the door being opened, no chap. Then when I look up I see one of the barmaids, the one with the fiery red hair and the sour expression on her face standing there, arms crossed.

"Can I help you?" I ask,

She looks at me funny "Yes you can. You know my mate Ste?" she asks, my heart skips at the sound of his name, Cheryl has been acting strange and just doesn't bring up his name around me, I know she has alot to ask, I can see the questions brewing in her mind but she doesn't push and I'm thankful.

"I know him yes" I breath out,

"Well you need to sort it out" she states, I look up at the girl, who even is she?

"Oh yeah? Do I?" I say, clearing my throat.

"Yeah cos he's in bits right. He's acting like he's fine but I know him, I know he isn't and from the looks of it neither are you" she says, she sounds cocky with she eyes me up and down.

"Don't act like ye know me" I sneer.

"I'm not alright" she says putting her hands up, "but he's me best mate, I don't like seeing him like this."

"He's the one that broke things off not me, so ye should be having this chat with him" I say, part of me wants to give in and listen to what she has to say but I'm too stubborn so I go back to pretending I'm doing paperwork instead.

"Do ya not think I've tried that?" she says, "Do you think that if there was another way to do this then I would?"

"Why don't ye just mind your own business then?" I say, almost growling at her.

"Listen, I'm going behind me mates back to talk to the guy he's crazy about and that so happens to be my boss. This ain't exactly what I want to be spendin my time doing." she starts ranting, it takes me a second to grasp what she's just said.

"What do ye expect me to do?" I ask laughing, "He should be the one apologising and wanting to sort it out not me."

"He does want to sort it out!" she shouts, "

"If ye want to keep this job then ye should get back to it." I snap at her before shuffling about with the papers on my desk.

"Fine" she says while huffing a breath and strutting back out and slamming the door. I lean back in my chair and release a deep breath, if Steven doesn't have the bottle to come talk to me then why should I bother with him?

I sort out the rota for next week and the week after, giving everyone equal time off. Cheryl comes into the office, doesn't seem to think I'm even here.

Her eyes widen and she jumps out of her skin when she sees me, "Oh Bren! I didn't know ye were here love, ye gave me a fright." she says while tottering over to the desk and sitting down. "I saw Ste earlier." she says with guilty look on her face, why is everyone bringing him up all of a sudden?

"What've ye done now Chez?" I ask, running my hands through my hair.

She bites down on her lip as if she's not sure weather to tell me or not, "I told him ye were miserable." she says, "don't go off in one Bren, I only said it because it was clear that he missed ye, and it's obvious you miss him so why should you's both suffer because of some daft boy?"

"Chez, ye know I'm not a relationship person. This is just too complicated, nobody's gotten under my skin like this before." I admit to her, feel the need to tell someone.

"Is that not a good thing though? I've never saw ye as happy with anyone else. Ye deserve to be happy, " She says, sad smile on her lips.

"I can't.." I start but my voice cracks, I cannot cry in front of Cheryl.

I avoid eye contact with her but it's no use,

"Oh god" she says and I frown at her, "Ye love him don't ye?" she asks.

I think to myself do I love him? I care about him a lot and he's always on my mind but I've never thought about loving him. The silence that circulates the room seems to be a good enough answer for her though, she grabs my hand in hers and holds it tightly.

"I never thought you'd find someone to love Bren." she says,

"I don't love him Chez." I say, not sure weather I'm trying to convince her or myself.

"If I can see it then how can you not?" she asks, "He won't wait about forever Bren, ye need to tell him."

"He doesn't want to hear it Chez" I snap but then feel guilty, "He wants to forget about me, he told me."

"He didn't mean it love." she says looking at me sympathetically.

"How do ye know? Ye weren't there." I sigh in frustration, whoever said talking about things made it better was obviously talking crap.

"Yeah but I'm not stupid." she says, "If you don't talk to him then I will." she snaps.

"Don't ye dare Chez." I say to her but it's too late she's already left and I don't even have the guts to go after her. I try to distract myself by checking the stock but my minds still wondering what Cheryl is going to say to Steven.

I decide to get a grip and go down to the deli and see what she's being saying. Instead though I see the barmaid from earlier, Sinead I'm sure her name is. If she's mates with Steven then surely she'll be able to get through to him. I don't know when I decided that I wanted Steven back but turns out I do.

I clear my throat to get her attention and she looks up at me before I ask her, "Will ye talk to Steven for me?"

"If I speak to him, it'll just make things worse, it's between you and him." she states before carrying on wiping the bar.

"But ye didn't have a problem talking to me about it." I sneer at her, she looks up wide eyed, I don't wait for her to give me cheek back, instead I walk out and go to the deli.

Cheryl and Steven are talking to each other but when I walk in they both turn to look at me, Cheryl has the decency to look guilty but Steven just looks his usual cocky-self.

Cheryl looks back at Steven before saying, "Well now my brothers here there's no need for me to be here. I'm sure you's can sort this out between you's." and with that she walks out.

I feel frozen to the spot, "Whatever she said, don't listen to it she doesn't know what she's talking about." I go for my old tactic, deny it all.

"Right well, ya can leave then." Steven snaps.

I think about it, walking out but then I change my mind and walk up to him instead. He looks shocked, like he doesn't know what to do, but when I press my lips against his, he doesn't push me away and I smile at that, knowing I've still somehow got him.

"I'm sorry" I breath out.

"What for?" he asks crossing his arms.

"Everything." I reply,

"Like?" he asks, small smile appearing.

"Firstly for being a dick" I sigh, "And for Macca popping up, I should've told ye" I murmur, "Then for not waiting until I spoke to ye about what Macca said, and obviously for letting ye walk away so easy the other week." I finish and when I look back to him he's grinning.

"Okay" he sighs. "I'm sorry too ya know",

"What ye saying sorry for?" I ask, cupping his cheek with my hand.

"All the crap I've gave ya," he says shaking his head, "I over reacted without thinking properly."

"Its okay" I smile at him, "Ye are forgiven."

"Oh yeah?" he asks, trying to hide his grin and raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah" I hum before giving him a soft peck on the lips.

"I did regret it though, what I said to ya like straight away but I were still to angry then and by the time I got my thoughts straight I thought well I've left it too long now haven't I." He smiles with a laugh,

"We were both wound up Steven, these things happen." I huff, "if I wasn't so stubborn I would've talked ye out of it then and there."

"Yeah?" He asks,

I give him a soft smile and a kiss before I ask, "So we can go back to the way we were at the start?" I feel embarrassed for even asking.

"Yeah" he says nodding, that was a lot easier than what I expected.

I wrap my arms around his waist and he puts his around my neck, I lean in for a kiss at the same time he stretches up for one and we both laugh before our lips meet. At first its just lips connecting but then Steven presses his tongue against mine, it starts of slow, our mouths getting reacquainted but then it goes up a notch, our teeth clashing together.

"Do ye think people would mind waiting for their lunch?" I whisper seductively when we pull away for air. He looks up at me through half-lidded eyes, his lips somehow seem fuller than before. Redness around them from our fierce kiss.

He looks a bit guilty but then grins at me again "No" he breathes out,

"Want to go to mine then?" I ask and feel him shiver. I give him a knowing look, I've never noticed that I had this much of an effect on the boy. My mind goes back to what that Sinead said earlier and I know we will need to have a conversation to sort this out but for now the only thing I'm thinking about doing is taking Steven to bed.

He clears his throat "What about here?" he asks, eyes shimmering with desire while he removes himself from my arms, flipping the sign over and locking the door.

I don't answer him just pull him into another kiss and push him towards the back room.

As soon as the doors shut behind us I'm pushing Steven against it, "I missed ye" I murmur before licking a stripe down his cheek.

He lets out a moan before saying "Me too", his voice weakend he lets out a sigh as I start sucking at his neck. He's about to speak again but I bite at his neck and he moans along with a shudder.

We strip each other out of whatever we can get ahold of first. Our clothes decorating the floor around us. I push him against the wall and he pulls me towards him bringing me into another kiss. I here a giggle escape the boys mouth and I pull away only to plant a chaste kiss on his lips then I go on my trail down his body, everything seeming more pronounced than before.

I can't believe it's only been just over two weeks since we last done this, it feels as if it's been years. I get to his throbbing member but then he pushes me away, "I don't think I can hold out Bren" he whines, sounding desperate, I always try to prolong the foreplay but when Stevens looking at me like that and pleading me to do the exact thing I want to do, I don't know how I'm supposed to resist.

I nod and stretch to get the lube and a condom from my wallet. He puts his legs around my waist, his body pressing against mine. I smear some lube around his sweet puckered hole and go to push my two digits in but he whines and I pull my hand away thinking that I've hurt him.

He's frowning at me, "Bren hurry up. I want ya in me" it's the clearest I've heard him speak today and I can't help but smile.

"I'm not goin to hurt ye" I say, about to start preparing him again.

"I don't care right." he says the desperateness still lacing his voice.

I realise I'm not going to win this battle, "Tell me if it's too sore and ye want me to stop. Okay?" I say looking up at him. He nods before pulling me into a rough kiss, tugging hard at my bottom lip. I can't help but moan in return while I roll the condom on. I tap against the entrance and push the tip in expecting Steven to change his mind but when I look at his face, he's already looking at me, expression clouded but then he pulls me in for another kiss.

I thrust into him, inch by inch to make sure the boys okay with this. It must be agony, when I'm fully engulfed in the tight heat only then does Steven move, he bites down on his lip and I'm not sure if it's out of pain or pleasure but I completely still in my movements.

He looks up at me, his eyes connecting with mine. "I'm not made of glass ya know" he grunts, letting out a sigh when I start thrusting into him.

He's scratching down my back and I know there's definitely going to be marks there but I don't care, I'm glad actually. "Ye okay?" I mutter, almost laugh at the concern in my voice, Steven must hear it aswell.

"Your kidding ain't ya?" he says smile spilling onto his lips, he doesn't answer my question but it's all I need to continue thrusting into him, his moans making me go harder, faster.

I plant my mouth against his and kiss him until I physically can't anymore, until my lungs feel like they're on fire.

We don't move our faces away from each other though, I cup one of his cheeks with my hand while we continue to rock against each other, him meeting my thrusts. We stare into each others eyes only breaking the contact to blink, Steven's warm breath spilling onto my face as he moans.

My name spills out of his mouth several times aswell as him repeating "Oh fuck" over and over.

I grunt, moan and I realise I must sound like some deranged animal but Steven doesn't look uncomfortable with it. "Bren" he breaths "I'm gonna come".

And as soon as he says that he spills, somewhere in between our bodies his spunk mixing in with our sweat slicked chests and stomachs.

I carry on pumping into him while his orgasm courses through him, trying to stop myself from coming so I can prolong this. I don't manage to hold out for long though, afterwards we just lie there looking at each other, Stevens fingers stroking my chest.

"We need to talk don't we?" I mutter while shutting my eyes.

"Yeah" he says, "Go to sleep, I'll still be here when ya wake up."

"I should hope so" I say, smirk spreading across my face, I pull out of Steven and roll over before pulling him flush against me. We probably shouldn't be lying naked together on the floor of his deli but I for one don't have the strength to move. I guess that's what the big deal about make up sex is then..

Ste's point of view

I can't believe what's just happened, I'm curled into Brendan's bare chest just going over everything that's just went on, I feel like hitting myself for giving into him so easily but I don't see the point in denying it. I want to be with Brendan, I just hope it's not just sex to him.

Half of me is screaming telling me that when we do have this 'chat' I shouldn't tell him I want to be with him, it'll scare him away. I know I won't be able to carry on pretending he doesn't mean something to me though. I thought time away from him would make me realise that I can do without him but it's done the opposite, I just hope it goes both ways though.

I've being trying to keep myself busy, so I won't need to sort out my head but now I'm staring Brendan right in the face, this is the one thing I've being trying not to do and I'm probably more angry with myself than what I am with him. So I shake him awake, he looks confused and looks about

"What the fuck Steven?!" he shouts at me.

"Brendan you should leave." I bark back at him, can't believe I've let him use me in this way again.

"What?" he snaps, "Ye such a head fuck Steven!"

"I'm a head fuck?" I almost laugh. He grabs my face digging his fingernails into my cheeks.

"Yeah ye are." he sneers, "I'm sick of ye treating me like an idiot, ye only want me around when it suits ye then ye just throw me to the side!"

His nails are digging right into me so hard that I think he's drew blood, I feel the tears rise up and I try to stop them from spilling but before I know it I feel one fall down.

His eyes widen, "What's up with ye?" he asks softly.

"I can't do this anymore Brendan." I say to him.

"Do what?" he snaps, all kindness gone.

"I can't just let you use me, not when I feel like this." I sigh, trying to stop myself from saying whats I'm repeating in my head.

"Your an idiot Steven." he sighs pressing his forehead against mine.

"Cheers" I say puffing out a laugh, then I frown why is he still here.

"Ye think I don't have feelings for ye?" he asks me.

I decide to swallow my pride might aswell just get this over with, I nod "I think ya like me but it's just sex to you init? At first to me I thought it were the same but now I know it isn't."

He looks relieved, "It isn't just about sex to me, ye idiot." he says pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

I can't help but believe him, thankfully though I don't say what is on my mind. I'm in love with Brendan Brady.